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I twisted our bodies until she was lying on her back and I was in control. I had a desire to make her cum. Not one of those phoney orgasms I usually receive. I wanted to be the man that deserved this fantasy. I dropped between her legs and began kissing her ankle and slowly worked my way down her leg. I enjoyed the confusion in her eyes as I neared her lace panties.
“Robert, you really don..” I didn’t let her finish.
“I want to,” I injected as I reached my destination and kissed the lace.
“Oh God,” she quivered. The material was as soft as it looked. I caressed it with my cheek and inhaled her womanhood. It only increased my determination. I slowly dragged the heavenly cloth down her thighs and off her legs. I returned to my target and was rewarded with the cutest bare pussy I had ever seen. I caressed where that small patch of red hair was a week ago. It was warm, smooth and oh so soft. I was rewarded with moan. I leaned in and kissed the newly bald area and circled the area with my tongue. She responded by lifting her knees and spreading her legs giving me better access. I circled her sex with my lips, lightly across her inner thighs leaving wet kisses. Her scent was intoxicating.
I traced the lips of her sex with my tongue from bottom to top. I was rewarded with an involuntary tremor in her legs. I purposely avoided her clit and tickled its hood softly with my finger as I retraced her opening from top to bottom. I tasted her as her lips became engorged and her flower began opening its glistening folds. She had a sweet, lingering flavor that made me explore further. I looked over her lacy breasts to see her head thrown back. She wasn’t used to this type of unselfish attention.
When I dragged my tongue between her folds and deep into her, a moan escaped her lips. It was deep and unrehearsed. She was incredibly wet and her hips were lifting slightly off the bed to help me go deeper. I replaced my tongue with first one then two fingers and began to softly, but firmly massage the inside of her pussy. When I curled them up and rubbed the top of her channel her hips went into overdrive, involuntarily thrusting upwards trying give me better access. I smiled and placed the flat of my tongue on her ignored love button and rubbed it back and forth.
“Oh god, Robert… Oh shit, Oh Shit… Robert…” Her hips locked about a foot above the bed. Her legs started shaking and she held my head in place with her hands. My hand was becoming soaked with the spasm of her orgrasm. I continued tickling her bud with my tongue in an attempt to lengthen her experience. Suddenly her hips dropped and she began pushing my head away from her pussy.
“Fuck, fuck… Fuck.” Her whole body was shaking. I tried to follow her sex but, she moved to quickly and clamped her thighs shut and curled into a quivery ball on her side.
I hadn’t seen this before. I was concerned I might have hurt her so I moved to her side and caressed naked hip. “Darla, are you all right? I didn’t mean to hurt you?” I tried to say this quietly, for some reason a whisper seemed appropriate.
“Too sensitive,” She was panting “give me a second.” She was taking deep breaths still guarding her pussy. The tremors had ceased but, her skin was covered by goose bumps. I curled against her to share my warmth. My cock, now back to full mast, rested along her ass crack. She absently reached back and gently stroked it. It felt heavenly.
She turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were watering and the most wonderful smile graced her lips. “That was intense. I have never cum like that.” She whispered then turned her body to mine and kissed me deeply. She pulled her lips free and looked into my eyes. “Oh, am I ever going to rock your world.” She rolled me on my back and took control again. She mounted my cock and lowered her soaking pussy down the shaft. I groaned as her pussy muscles went to work. “I have laid with other men,” she panted as she rode my cock, “they were all boys compared to you.” She was caressing my ego as she massaged my shaft with her pussy. “You wonderful man you.” Her hips were steadily moving up and down as she undid her green lace bra and threw it across the room. Her gorgeous breasts began to swing free to my visual delight.
She grabbed my hands and directed them to her breasts. “I can’t believe I want you in me. I mean I really have to have you in me.” Her panting was increasing as she professed her lust. She was getting giddy as her hips continued to work their magic. She was smiling as she looked into my eyes. “I want your cum in me. I want to feel your cock exploding in my pussy.” She dropped her lips to mine and drove her tongue into my mouth. I blissfully lost control and spasmed into her cunt filling her with everything I had. It was a lust filled dream, a beautiful woman coaxing out my cum for the second time in one night. She made me feel like my sperm was a precious gift as she cooed during my orgasm. She didn’t fake her own pleasure, she just made sure that I knew that this one was for me. What a wonderful girl.
We laughed and teased through a shower. Made love again and showered again. All in all it was the deepest sexual experience I had ever had with a woman. I finally fell asleep in her arms. I think she beat me to dream land but, only by moments.
Morning, as always, brought clarity to my thoughts. I woke once the sun attacked my eyes. Damn curtains. I never seem to get enough sleep. Darla was still spooned into my body with the end of a pillow covering her eyes. I smiled at her planning. She really knew how to hold onto her sleep. I slowly unraveled from her sexy body trying to not wake her. I realized I failed when I heard a drawn out soft meow from her as she rolled onto her back.
“Well I didn’t really expect the night to go like that, it was beyond lovely.” She was smiling dreamily at me with her face framed beautifully by her disheveled red curls. “I mean she told me it would be nice but, I didn’t really believe her. Your people really know you Robert.”
I jumped out of bed forgetting my nakedness. Darla seemed shocked at my quickness and looked on with concern. “Did I say something wrong?” She questioned as she sat up forgetting her own nakedness. I was playing back her statement in my mind making sure I didn’t misunderstand.
I looked at Darla and carefully said “Who is she, Darla?”. I think it made it sound a bit more ominous than I intended. Her expression changed from confusion to one of fear.
“You’re scaring me Robert.” she was shaking slightly as she pulled the sheet over her breasts.
I realized quickly that she was not my enemy. She had given me an amazing night I must have looked like I was about the punch her in the face. I relaxed my shoulders and slowly sat next to her on the bed and reassured her. “Oh Darla, last night was lovely dream. I am certainly not angry at you.” I hugged her close and she relaxed in my arms. “You just surprised me. I was confused by what you said. Hell, I am concerned about how all of last night happened.” I was caressing her back as I attempted to undo her panic.
“You didn’t send Rebecca to me?” Shit, the interview, how the fuck did they find out about last night. I felt a shudder in Darla’s body and I realized she was crying. I pulled back and saw tears as she realized that I was unaware of Rebecca’s intrusion. “She said it would be my last time,” her breath was halting as she sobbed, “I knew it was too good to be true, she promised to much. A person like me doesn’t deserve anything like that.” She was bawling and I was lost. I had always been able to avoid situations like this. After last night, I couldn’t walk away. Fucking empathy. I did the only thing that made sense, I pulled her close and held her. There was going to be hell to pay and I resigned myself to make sure Darla didn’t suffer because of it.
“What did she promise you, Darla?” She was sobbing and pointed to her purse on the night stand. I handed it to her and she pulled out an envelope.
“A silly dream,” she sobbed, “she played me well. I’m sorry Robert. I am so fucking stupid, I should have known better”. She was sobbing again obviously crushed by what had happened. Why did I feel worse about what they did to her than what they did to me. I opened the envelope and pulled out an official looking letter with an embossed sorority label at the top. ‘Dear Susan Howard,’ it began.
“Susan?” I questioned.
“My real name.” She responded with tears running down her cheeks, “how the fuck did she know my real name.”
‘We are pleased to inform you that are this years recipient of the Gloris Newark scholarship.’ It continued for many paragraphs explaining that it was a full ride for Vasar awarded by the same sorority that graced Rebeccas and Samantha’s resume. I was stunned.
“Susan, I certainly didn’t send Rebecca to see but, I think this is real.” I said slowly as I lowered the letter to the nightstand. Susan looked up to me with red eyes.
“What do you mean real? Please don’t fuck with me Robert, I can’t take much more of this.” She was serious.
I picked up the phone and called the desk, “This is Mr. Timmins in room 534. Is Rick in yet?” They said he wasn’t due for another hour. “Thanks, can you switch me to room service please.” They did and I ordered a large breakfast for two with a large pot of coffee.
“No matter what happens Susan, I will make sure that doesn’t come back to bite you.” She smiled weakly, not really trusting me or anything else at the moment. “Why don’t you start at the beginning, when did Rebecca first contact you?”
I found out that Rebecca contacted Susan the day after the interview. She spoke with enough authority that Susan was convinced she was my assistant. I asked her if she ever said she was my assistant. She realized that Rebecca only said that she was acting on my behalf and never actually stated she was in my employ.
Susan explained how Rebecca took her shopping. Susan was animated when she described how much fun it was shopping with Rebecca and how she was impressed with Rebecca’s knowledge of fashion. They visited numerous shops before they found the dress and had it tailored to fit. They spent Thursday discussing the itinerary for Friday evening and Rebecca gave her talking points and stressed that she should only call me by my first name. No ‘honey’ or ‘baby’ just ‘Robert’. I was enthralled with the detail that Rebecca intrusted with Susan. She did it all while endearing herself to Susan. I sensed that Susan wanted to please Rebecca more than than me.
Breakfast arrived and we realized we were famished. We sat in Barklay robes and gorged on fresh fruit and pancakes. Once we began to fill up, I had her continue.